Locked myself out of my apartment. Two dogs, no phone, no purse, no water. 90 degrees outside.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.

I walked around my complex knocking on doors until I found someone who was home and had a smartphone so I could find a locksmith to call, and an hour and $230 later, I am back inside, just stressed out, poor, and really pissed at myself, with deeply confused and overheated pups. I haven’t locked myself out since college! And this is the first place where I couldn’t just contact an apartment manager (I’m renting a condo from a private owner). Excuse me while I go stab things.